“...Carefully, afraid to disturb, Father Alexei stepped onto the plank platform. Apart from the flowing song, not a sound was heard around: the frozen forest was silent, the birds were silent, the haze of fog silently lay over the water. And the dawn, as if wanting to hear better, expanded, spreading weightless pink wings across the sky... The song fell silent. For a few more moments the last sounds floated over the water. And when they too subsided, the world moved. The breeze shook the coastal grass, ripples ran through the water, and a robin squeaked in the bushes. Father Alexei froze and listened. “How you sing!” he exhaled. The girl turned around sharply. Scraps of fog darted away like frightened birds, revealing a tender face, a swan-like curve of a neck, and heavy semicircles of plump breasts. “Yes, she’s... naked!” Father Alexei’s palms instantly became covered with sweat, the trapped air stood in his throat like a stake, and he, taken by surprise, realized that he was rapidly blushing...”